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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/28151907">Hypnotized College Student Part 4: Biker Slut</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/Princess_April/pseuds/Princess_April'>Princess_April</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>Hypnotized College Student [4]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Original Work, gonewildaudio - Fandom</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Adults, Anal creampie, Brainwashing, Crying, Dark, Deepthroat, F/M, Forced Prostitution, Fsub, Gonewildaudio, Humiliation, Hypnosis, Motorcycle fetish, Rape, audio script, discovery of the truth, f4m - Freeform, gagging, painal, post anal soreness</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-12-18</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-12-18</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-10 17:08:18</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Explicit</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Rape/Non-Con</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>2,815</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/28151907</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/Princess_April/pseuds/Princess_April</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>SYNOPSIS: This time Samantha is at an intersection, waiting for her latest blind date.  Unfortunately, she is mistaken for a street prostitute by several passing cars due to how she’s dressed, and she’s propositioned several times.  One of her would-be clients just happens to know her secret, however.  He rides a motorcycle, and uses Samantha’s trigger word to get her horny, coax her onto his bike and show him a private spot where he can fuck her.  Fuck her he does, very roughly.  He deep throats her and fucks her ass while she begs him to call her his biker slut. He eventually cums in her ass and leaves her there.  But the jig is almost up as Samantha discovers a piece of paper the biker dropped before he left that was never meant for her eyes.  This leaves her pimp Sarah having to do some nifty maneuvering not to lose her slutty little cash cow forever… WARNING: Though this girl seems like a sweet and willing participant in her own perversions, this is actually a dark story of [rape] due to mind control.  Mind the tags and stay safe.</p>
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<tr><td><b>Series:</b></td><td>Hypnotized College Student [4]</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Series URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/series/2062305</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>4</td></tr>

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<a name="section0001"><h2>Hypnotized College Student Part 4: Biker Slut</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>[PERFORMANCE NOTES: AGAIN… ___MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD___ THIS SECTION SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY THOSE WHO WANT TO PERFORM THE SCRIPT:  Just to make things crystal clear by this point: Samantha IS Katie.  Katie IS Samantha.  They are two different personalities of the same girl.  She has been conditioned into this state by another women—a girl she calls “Sarah”, ostensibly her roommate, but big spoiler: Sarah does not exist.  Not in the way Samantha and Katie think, anyway.  Samantha and Katie’s personalities are essentially the same – sweet, generous women who are very positive and see the best in people. Samantha is conditioned to be triggered by her own REAL name, “Katie” (the equivalent of calling her a “slut”, or a “whore”). When she hears it, she becomes inescapably horny and extremely suggestible to sexual suggestion.  Samantha then subconsciously re-frames all the nasty sexual things SHE does to be the activities of another girl—a former “friend” of hers name Katie. Once an encounter is over (usually when her partner cums), Samantha is conditioned to forget the encounter, file away the experience she just had as another escapade she heard that Katie engaged in, and then she reverts back to being Katie.  Katie has been conditioned as well, but most of that has to do with obfuscating who Sarah is, controlling her memories, and making sure she gets home safely after Samantha is finished with her “dates”.  In THIS episode, SAMANTHA actually finds out what “Sarah” has been doing to her. Luckily for “Sarah”, though, she’s able to avoid having KATIE find out… yet.]</p><p>[OPTIONAL SFX –There are a bunch of sound effects mentioned in the script but they are ALL OPTIONAL.  The script handles most everything you really NEED to know by itself.  Sound effects might just create more immersion.  No need to use them if you don’t want to or don’t feel comfortable including them.]</p><p>
  <i><b>LEGAL INFO FOR SCRIPT USE</b>: This script is Copyright 2021, by Princess_April, <b>All rights reserved.</b> Permission is granted to perform this script in audio recordings YOU PERSONALLY CREATE AND POST PUBLICLY on the GoneWildAudio, GoneWildAudible, and GWASapphic subreddits on Reddit with credit to the script writer via a link to the <span class="u">Reddit post of the script offer</span>. FOR ALL OTHER USE, including paid or commercial work (including but not limited to Patreon, Only Fans, Subscribestar, and Youtube) you MUST CONTACT ME FOR PERMISSION. I will likely grant it with small stipulations, but if you don’t ask and get permission, that permission is NOT GRANTED. Do not share or re-post this script.</i>
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    <p>——————START ——————<br/>
[OPTIONAL SFX: Sounds of cars at an intersection]</p><p>[polite, distant] Hello.</p><p>Hm?</p><p>No, I don’t need any help.  I’m just waiting for someone.</p><p>Thanks, though. </p><p>[pause] </p><p>Oh, hi.</p><p>My name?  I’m Samantha.</p><p>Oh, I’m just waiting for someone.  </p><p>[giggle] Yeah.</p><p>Oh, no… I already have a date. [giggle] He should be here soon.  </p><p>Yeah. </p><p>Thanks, though!  Okay, bye!</p><p>[whispered to herself] [laugh] That’s a weird question…</p><p>[pause] </p><p>Oh, uhm… hello.</p><p>[a HINT of impatience and confusion] No, I’m just here to meet someone.</p><p>Yeah, a date.</p><p>What?  You’re my date? </p><p>[dubious but kind] Uhm, No…  I don’t think so.  You don’t have brown hair… so… </p><p>Well, wait… what’s your name?</p><p>Bill?  Oh, okay… No, you’re not my date. [giggle]</p><p>Yes, I’m sure.</p><p>No…  [polite] No, thank you.  I’m sure he’s just running a little late.  </p><p>No, I’m fine waiting by myself…. Thank you.  Okay. Bye.</p><p>[pause]</p><p>[to herself] Uhg.  This is so weird.  I wish he’d get here already…</p><p>[embarrassed and surprised]  Wh-What?</p><p>Did you just say… nice tits?</p><p>Wow, uhm.  That’s really rude.  Why don’t you like, just pay attention to your driving or something okay?</p><p>[to herself] Geez… what is going on?  Why do guys keep talking to me form their cars?  Maybe this was a bad idea.</p><p>[to herself] Maybe I should just go home. Why did I let Sarah talk me into this outfit…?</p><p>[pause]  [sigh] [whispered to herself—unsure]I don’t know… I don’t want to be rude…</p><p>[OPTINAL SFX: a motorcycle pulls up—sounds like a Harley] </p><p>[unsure, but… Samantha is so kind she can’t help herself] Hi… Uhm. I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m just waiting for my date.  </p><p>Huh?  Directions?</p><p>Uhm… </p><p>I guess. To where?</p><p>What?  I can’t hear.  Hold on, let me get closer.</p><p>Oops!  [giggle] Sorry, I almost tripped on the curb there! These block heels are really tall.  I’m not used to these shoes.  Oh thank you. I’m Samantha by the way.</p><p>Nice to meet you! </p><p>Anyway, where are you trying to go?  </p><p>Paradise?  I’m sorry. [nervous giggle] I don’t understand…</p><p>Do I want to what?</p><p>[shocked] What?!  </p><p>No! That’s digusting!  Why would you ask me that?</p><p>I’m not a hooker!  I’m here to meet my date!</p><p>No…</p><p>No!  </p><p>Hey! Just because I’m wearing a fishnet top and tight shorts doesn’t make me a whore!</p><p>No!  Please get away from me, or I’ll call the police!</p><p>Katie?  What about her? How do you know--?</p><p>No!  I am not Katie!  Please, just go away. You’re making me uncomfortable.</p><p>[starting to walk away]</p><p>Why are you following me?  </p><p>I told you, I’m not a whore, just please leave me alone.</p><p>No, that’s not my name.  I’m Samantha!  </p><p>[softer—she’s quickly becoming turned on as an auto response to being called Katie] Look, I don’t know how you know Katie, but I’m not her, okay?  You have the wrong girl.</p><p>[her breathing becomes more ragged.  She is getting turned on]</p><p>[NOTE: her “Katie” trigger is working on her—so this is REALLY a plea to stop calling her that because she’s going to lose control soon]</p><p>[soft pleading] Please, leave me alone, I’m just waiting for my date.</p><p>[shuddering, her breathing ragged] Why do you keep calling me Katie?  Please stop calling me that…</p><p>[giving in to her “conditioning” becoming kinder] Your motorcycle? Yeah… it’s really hot. </p><p>[giggle] Yeah… I actually have a thing for… [embarrassed laugh through the words] cars and stuff.  </p><p>I don’t know… they just… make me wet…  Oops… I can’t believe I just said that. [giggle]</p><p>So you think I’m pretty huh?</p><p>Oh, thank you.</p><p>Yeah?  What was your name again?</p><p>You what?  </p><p>[playful, flirty now] Come on, I told you.  My name is Samantha… it’s not Katie. [giggle]</p><p>Do I want to go on a ride?</p><p>Well… [giggle]  kinda.  It’s a really hot bike. Is it a Harley?</p><p>Wow…</p><p>Well, I don’t know. I was waiting for my date, but… he’s not here yet.</p><p>[unsure] Yeah, well that does sound really cool.  But I can’t just leave.  He’ll think I stood him up…</p><p>I mean, I really shouldn’t be talking to you at all…  I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.  </p><p>Oh… [genuinely] Wow, I didn’t think of that.  Maybe he did stand me up.</p><p>Well… I don’t know…</p><p>Yeah?</p><p>So… [quiet and flirty] do YOU wanna take me on a date?</p><p>Uhm… where do you want to go?</p><p>Well… [leading] I know a place we could go…  It’s really private…</p><p>[unsure—having second thoughts, but flirty] Mmm. Tsk.  I don’t know.  My roommate Sarah set up this blind date for me, and… she’ll probably be kinda mad if I just leave.</p><p>[flirty, intimate, she’s about to give in completely] No… she doesn’t control me. I just… don’t want to be rude, you know…</p><p>Yeah?  You don’t think so…  </p><p>[half-whispered] You wanna take me on a date?  </p><p>Well, you are really handsome… </p><p>Do you want to kiss me? </p><p>Well… alright.</p><p>[getting really close to him] But… you have to stop calling me Katie first… okay?</p><p>[She kisses him—full on tongue—even a little hungry--moaning]</p><p>[whispered through kissing—quietly desperate] Oh my god… I’m so… horny… [kissing, breathing, almost panting]</p><p>[whispered] Oh fuck…  Call me Katie again…</p><p>[moaning in reaction—kissing] [then whispered] Yes… Take me for a ride on your motorcycle… </p><p>[giggle] Yeah… [she gets on] Wait where do I put my feet?  [giggle]</p><p>My heels are slipping off, though. [laugh]  </p><p>Wait, I got it now.  </p><p>Oh, you want to go to that private place?  Yeah… [whispered] It’s just down the street and take a right…</p><p>[SFX – Sound of motorcycle starting, and then driving off]<br/>
[pause in silence] [SCENE BREAK]<br/>
----</p><p>[kissing, slurping sounds] Oh, God, Sarah’s going to be so mad…</p><p>We’re behind the check cashing place… yeah.</p><p>No… Trust me.  No one ever comes back here… Just... it’s fine.  </p><p>So… Can I suck your cock now? [embarrassed giggle]</p><p>Yeah… Do you want me on my knees?</p><p>[moaning as she gets down in front of him]</p><p>[licking] Mmm. Your tip tastes really good. [giggle]</p><p>[sucking / slurping sounds, moaning as she sucks] Oh God… I’m so horny.</p><p>[slurping and licking] [whispered] Call me Katie again… </p><p>[sucking] Call me a slut…</p><p>[desperate sounding] Call me a whore…. [slurping licking]</p><p>Hmmm… [moaning and sucking as she stuffs his cock in her mouth]</p><p>[sucking] So… is this the kinda date you wanted? [giggle]</p><p>Yeah, grab my hair… </p><p>[he grabs her and starts fucking her throat]</p><p>[gagging and coughing] Oh my god, that’s so deep. </p><p>[throat fucking and gagging as he uses her throat]</p><p>[gasping, hacking] Oh fuck my throat… just like I’m Katie.</p><p>[deep throat fucking, he’s merciless to her.. testing her limits] </p><p>[gagging, and gasping] Oh god, just like Katie.</p><p>[deep gagging and throat fucking until she coughs and hacks a little.  Catching her breath] Ok… wait.. That’s… really intense…  Can you… can you fuck my pussy now?</p><p>[panting] Yeah… bend me over your motorcycle.</p><p>Please… [panting and breathing]</p><p>Pretend like I’m your slut, Katie… and fuck me like you own me…</p><p>Oh yeah, pull my hair.  Ow!  Fuck…</p><p>Yes sir… </p><p>[OPTIONAL sounds of her being manhandled into position] Oh yes sir.  Ow!  Yes, grab m tits…</p><p>Ow… yes pull my shorts down.  [whining] Ooohh… I’m so wet for your cock.</p><p>Yeah… call me a wet slut… </p><p>[moan] Call me a cunt.</p><p>[desperately quiet half-whisper] Oh yes… fuck me and call me Katie!</p><p>[slams into her] Oh! Fuck!  Oh God.  I want to be your biker slut…</p><p>Yes sir… </p><p>Daddy?  Okay… </p><p>Oh god… Yes daddy.  You own me… </p><p>Fuck me like I belong to you…</p><p>I’m a worthless biker slut… just like Katie.</p><p>[grunting as he slams into her with regular thrusts] </p><p>[Samantha drools and babbles as she’s slam-fucked over the motorcycle] </p><p>Ow… Oh your so fucking hard, daddy….</p><p>[moaning / grunting]  Oh wait…</p><p>[SLIGHTLY panicked] Wait wait wait…  Daddy… </p><p>No… it’s okay if you want to fuck my ass … it’s just… I have lube…  In my purse… </p><p>[panting, clearly turned on] Yeah, I’m really tight, and it’ll be easier…  Please?</p><p>Ok… thank you… </p><p>[pause as she catches her breath and whispers to herself] Just like Katia… just like Katie…</p><p>Ow!  Oh fuck daddy!  Not so fast…</p><p>Oh… Ow… [her voice strained but, it’s clear she still wants it] Yes, daddy.  Fuck my ass …</p><p>[mixture of pain and pleasure—resigned whisper] Fuck me, daddy.</p><p>Ooow, fuck.  </p><p>[grunts and moans as she’s fucked up the ass]</p><p>Oh god…</p><p>Make me your biker slut, daddy.</p><p>Oh, can I touch myself, daddy? Please?</p><p>Oh… thank you… Oh god.</p><p>[grunting with each heavy thrust as she rubs her clit and builds up to a painal orgasm]</p><p>Oh god… Oh my god… Are you gonna cum, daddy?  </p><p>Yes… Cum up my ass… make me dirty…</p><p>[grunting thrusts] Call me a whore…  </p><p>[harder thrusts] Call me stupid bitch…</p><p>Oh… Oh my god… [she’s really close]</p><p>[intense half-whisper] Call me Katie!</p><p>[she cums—almost painfully as you can hear the thrusts of his cock in her voice—hard and regular as if he’s pumping his cum into her with each thrust, but then slowing down and tapering off as they both recover]</p><p>Oh god… Ow, daddy.  </p><p>[almost accusatory] Ow…</p><p>Oh, that was so nasty, daddy.  [breathing]  Ow…</p><p>[pause while she breathes and recovers]</p><p>Oh… Oh my god.</p><p>What?  Oh…I’m sorry.  Yeah, I’ll try… [sounds of her struggling—soreness, etc.) I’m just… I’m not sure I can stand up…  </p><p>Oh…[he stands her up]  Thank you… Ouch… </p><p>[confessing] My butt hurts… [giggle]</p><p>That was… really intense.  [reassuring] It was really good though… right? [laugh]</p><p>Oh… you’re leaving?  Uhm… okay.</p><p>Wait, wait… Daddy… my purse… </p><p>It’s hanging on your handlebar… please?  I need my phone.</p><p>Thank you… </p><p>Okay… Well, it was nice to meet you… What was your name again?</p><p>[OPTIONAL SFX: no response as the motorcycle starts and drives off]</p><p>Oh… you have to go… okay… bye…</p><p>[to herself] Ow… fuck that hurt… Oh… I need to sit down…  [groan as she slumps to the ground]</p><p>[she takes a few moments -- breathing and recovering – left to her own thoughts alone in the ally]</p><p>Hm… What’s this? </p><p>[OPTIONAL SFX: Sound of wrestling paper]</p><p>[OPTIONAL SFX: phone rings] </p><p>[to herself] Oh shoot…. Sarah’s calling me.</p><p>[sigh as she answers phone] Hi, Sarah.</p><p>No… I’m okay…</p><p>Uhm.  Well… No. He was late, and… well… I met this other guy and—</p><p>Yeah… well, he had a Harley, though… it was really hot—</p><p>Ok… I know…</p><p>Well, I don’t really remember… </p><p>No, I don’t remember his name. I don’t think he told me…</p><p>No, I don’t really remember what he looked like either… I—</p><p>Where am I?  Uh….</p><p>I think I’m at that check cashing place… you know.. in the alley next to the parking lot?</p><p>Yeah…</p><p>No… I’m okay.  I mean.. I’m a little sore…  but… I’m okay.</p><p>[she’s starting to forget] I don’t know… I don’t remember what we did…  He took me on a date.</p><p>I’m fine!</p><p>Can you come get me?</p><p>Okay… Hey, wait… Sarah?</p><p>I found this… piece of paper here.  I think that guy dropped it.</p><p>Yeah. It’s some kinda printout of an email or something.  It has my name on it, but I don’t understand.</p><p>Well, first it’s got “Find her at Kindle street and Broadway 8:00pm.” written in pen on the top of it…  Isn’t that where I was supposed to meet my date?</p><p>But the print out has these weird instructions on it … they start like this:</p><p>“Instructions for Dating Samantha: Congratulations! Your payment has been received and you’ve got a date with Samantha. Samantha is a talkative, sweet, and very beautiful young coed on campus.  She is low maintenance and self-cleaning?”</p><p>Sarah… what does that mean? This … this doesn’t have anything to do with me, does it?</p><p>Wait… Why are you so mad?  </p><p>No, but wait Sarah… this is really strange.  Like in the next part it says, “Warning, do not attempt to use the “Katie” trigger on Samantha until you are in a safe space, alone with her.”</p><p>Sarah… Does this have something to do with that girl Katie we used to know?</p><p>Stop reading?  But why? Do you know anything about this?</p><p>No, but, … it says later like “Samantha will likely talk a lot when you meet her.”  And then it says, “Some things she might talk about include her overbearing father, her major, and her roommate ‘Sarah’, who hypnotizes her to help her grades. This last story is for the obfuscation of Samantha’s conditioning only and may be safely ignored. Samantha actually lives alone. If you wish, you may quietly use her in her dorm room without fear of interruption.”</p><p>What?  I don’t… I don’t understand…  What the fuck?  Sarah?!</p><p>Wait, wait. </p><p>“When you’re ready to fuck her, you may simply ask Samantha about her friend Katie.  In a few moments, she will become eager, and extremely horny, and then you may use her freely?  The name is a trigger used to make her extremely horny and make her forget your name, and who you are.  Be aware, Samantha will begin self-triggering once she becomes horny enough?”</p><p>This… this can’t be real… </p><p>[reading to herself] “Calling Samantha Katie is the equivalent of calling her a slut, a whore, or a fuck-hole, etc., and you may use all these terms with her interchangeably as desired?”</p><p>Oh my god…</p><p>[pause as she reads more—mostly to herself] </p><p>“Samantha has been fitted with a hormone releasing IUD that provides birth control and prevents her from having periods for your convenience?”</p><p>[freaking out] Is this for real?  Sarah is this me!?  [starting to cry] Wait… who am I even talking to?  Who ARE you?  I am REALLY freaked out right now!</p><p>[reading to herself] “In addition to her pussy, you may use Samantha’s throat and ass freely—though under especially rough treatment, she may say, “That’s so deep!”  or “That’s really intense!” These phrases should be considered warnings that your rough treatment may injure her if you continue. She may even ask you to fuck her pussy instead.”</p><p>Wait, Sarah… just shut up!</p><p>[reading to herself] “Samantha always carries a bottle of lube with her for your convenience?”</p><p>Fuck you!  You’re insane! [starting to cry]</p><p>“Warning: If for any reason, Samantha seems to “wake up” and protests your use of her, especially if she claims not to know a Samantha, leave the area immediately and send a text to your initial contact describing the problem, Samantha’s location, and a brief description of what you were doing to her before she woke up.”</p><p>[NOTE: Samantha is more confused than hysterical at this point.  This should be a slow realization as she’s trying to regain her faculties.  Sarah will still be able to salvage this…]</p><p>[crying—really upset] Oh my God! What the fuck, Sarah?</p><p>No! Why should I listen to you. I don’t even know who you are! I’m so … confused!</p><p>I feel so… lost.  It’s all a jumble in my head! I feel like I’m losing my mind!</p><p>No, but YOU did this to me didn’t you?  You… you’ve turned me into a whore, haven’t you?  How could you do that?  </p><p>Oh my god, I don’t even know who I am!</p><p>What?</p><p>No, I’m not listening to you anymore.  I’m hanging up n--</p><p>Huh?</p><p>Uh-huh… </p><p>[sniffing... calming down] Oh… </p><p>Ok.</p><p>[calming down even more] Yeah… </p><p>[relieved] No… that makes sense.</p><p>[all her anger and fear is suddenly gone] Uh-huh… </p><p>Hey, do you remember what was I just saying?</p><p>My name?  What are you talking about?  </p><p>What do you mean?  Sarah... it’s me… Katie. </p><p>You know... your roommate?</p><p>[giggle of relief]  Okay.  I thought you were losing it there. [giggle—she may sniff, but she doesn’t realize she’s been crying]</p><p>Anyway, where am I?  </p><p>Uh-oh!  Again?  Totally!  I must have had a little too much to drink again. [giggle]  </p><p>You’re almost here?  Oh good.  Yeah, I could use a shower to be honest.  I’ve got something wet leaking down the back of my leg… </p><p>I’m not sure how I even got here. [giggle]</p><p>Yeah, I’m sorry.  I know I should be more careful, I guess I was just upset and started drinking again.  But dad just makes me so crazy you know?  He’s been really riding me lately me about my grades.  They’re…. well they’re really bad.  I don’t think I’m ever going to be a doctor.</p><p>I know you’re trying with the hypnosis, but I don’t really think it’s working. </p><p>[sigh] Yeah… we can try again I guess. I just don’t think it’s doing anything.</p><p>Ok… if you say so.  Anyway, hey Sarah, thanks for being such a great roommate, you know?  Like I don’t know what I’d do without you!</p><p>Oh Yeah!  I see your car!  </p><p>Ok, I’ll talk to you a sec…  yay!  Okay.  Love you too!  Bye!</p><p>-------END-------</p>
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